"I'm aiming at that gazelle on the right with a patch of white hair between its brows. Can you see it?" Li Long raised his rifle, checked his own position and everyone else's, then counted off the gazelles as he spoke.
"Hey, Xiao Long, you've got sharp eyes! You can even see white hair on its head?" one militiaman said with a laugh.
"Then let me tell you. Counting from the left, the first one is a female, no horns. The second is a male, black head and yellow body. That's the biggest one, the herd leader..."
"That's the one I'm aiming at!" Liang Shuangcheng called out. "I've got the second one."
"The third is the one I saw with white hair around both eyes. The fourth is squeezed in so tight you can't see its head. The fifth is a female, a pretty big one. The sixth is a young male, its horns have only just come in, yellow head and half its body covered in white hair..."
Li Long described the distinguishing features of every gazelle, whether fully visible or half hidden, giving everyone a clear idea.
Of course, some thought Li Long was making it all up.
"Everyone take aim. Fire together when I give the word!" Xu Chengjun held his rifle without aiming. He wanted to see what the militiamen could do.
Target practice and hunting were different. Targets were inanimate, while hunting meant shooting living things. Only someone who could hit a living thing counted as having fighting ability.
That was Xu Chengjun's view.
"Everyone, ready-fire!"
Xu Chengjun shouted loudly, just as though they were on the firing range.
Over a hundred meters away, the gazelles watched them warily, probably wondering why these fellows would not leave and what they wanted.
**Bang, bang, bang, bang,